You loved because I was pink,
Did not care about my stink.
You used to hold me every day,
Tucked in bed or out to play.

When winter came you held me tight,
Squeezed me in moments of fright.
Then you left, I was not enough
Or maybe you were far too tough

Now I hide under ski jackets and clocks,
Locked away in a great big box.
Forgotten and left on my own
With tennis racquets and your old trombone

Yet still I wait for you to come
To take me from this wretched slum
So we can be together again
Together life is in the fast lane

A shed light pokes through on me
Is it finally happening? Am I finally free?
You find me, life has finally turned
You squeeze me tight, winter has returned